Who, O Lord, with Thee Abiding

Who

O Lord

with Thee abid­ing

In Thy house shall be Thy guest?

Who

his feet to Zi­on turn­ing

In Thy ho­ly hill shall rest?

He that ev­er walks up­right­ly

Does the right with­out a fear

When he speaks

he speaks not light­ly

But with truth and love sin­cere.

He that slan­ders not his bro­ther

Does not ev­il to a friend;

To re­proach­es of ano­ther

He re­fuses to at­tend.

Wicked men win not his fa­vor

But the good who fear the Lord;

From his vow he will not wa­ver

Though it bring him sad re­ward.

Freely to the needy lend­ing

No ex­cess he asks again;

And the in­no­cent be­friend­ing

He de­sires not praise of men.

Doing this

and ev­il spurn­ing

He shall nev­er­more be moved;

This the man with Thee so­journ­ing

This the man by Thee ap­proved.